CHAPTER 52: CHAPTER 52: YOU BULLIED A CLASSMATE AGAIN

The little boy was about the same age as Timmy, wearing a black sleeveless T-shirt and oversized sunglasses that didn’t match his age.

Ivana furrowed her brows; at six years old, a child should be full of innocence and joy, yet this boy exuded an aura of coldness that warned strangers away. With a luxury car picking him up, the driver and bodyguard behind him wore solemn expressions, suggesting the boy’s mentality far exceeded his years.

Ivana noticed his tightly pressed lips and suddenly realized the boy’s lip shape was very similar to Timmy’s. On closer inspection, Ivana was even more surprised. It wasn’t just similar—it was identical.

If she hadn’t seen Timmy walk into school with her own eyes, she might have mistaken this cold little boy for her son.

Ivana stared at Ian Keane.

Suddenly, Ian lifted his head, his oversized sunglasses glancing at Ivana. His small mouth seemed to twist in displeasure as he coldly passed by her.

Seeing Ian’s expression, Ivana’s mouth twitched slightly. This little guy, despite his age, somehow reminded her of the overbearing CEO, Leon Keane.

Ivana watched the boy walk into kindergarten until his cold figure disappeared, only then did she retract her gaze. Even she didn’t notice that her gaze had become unconsciously gentle.

Perhaps it was because the boy resembled Timmy so much!

*

Timmy Monroe raised his head and looked at the classroom door sign that read "Class 2B."

That’s the one.

Timmy’s young face showed a charming smile as he adjusted the straps of the Minion backpack on his back and walked cheerfully into the classroom.

At this moment, there were already six or seven children in "Class 2B." When they saw Timmy, their eyes widened in shock, gasping audibly.

"Good morning, everyone." Timmy stood beside the podium and bowed to the early-arriving children with a smile.

The six or seven children, originally playing by themselves, immediately dropped their toys and huddled in the corner farthest from Timmy.

"Ji-Ji-Ji... Ian Keane, w-w-why have you been sent to Class 2B?" one chubby boy stammered, looking at Timmy with great fear, as if having been beaten before.

"You might have mistaken me! My name is Timmy Monroe, I just returned from abroad with my mom and I’m your new classmate," Timmy explained with a smile.

"Timmy Monroe?" The chubby boy stopped stuttering and became braver, but still hesitant to get closer, he said suspiciously, "You’re not lying? You really aren’t Ian Keane?"

"I’m not lying, I’m indeed your new classmate, Timmy Monroe," he reiterated.

"He really doesn’t seem to be Ian Keane, Ian never smiles at us. His smile is so nice," a little girl with pigtails mentioned.

The group of children dispersed; two or three with more courage began to approach Timmy, while the rest followed hesitantly, all edging closer to him.

The chubby boy suddenly reached out and patted Timmy’s Minion backpack, but then got scared and ran off halfway, stopped, then breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Timmy wasn’t mad.

The chubby boy approached Timmy again, feeling much braver this time, he put his chubby hand on Timmy’s shoulder: "Now I can be sure, you really aren’t Ian Keane."

If it were Ian Keane, he would have exploded long ago, leaving the boy beaten to a pulp.

Timmy looked puzzled at the chubby boy. Was Ian Keane that scary, frightening them to this degree?

The chubby boy patted Timmy’s shoulder and raised his chubby chin: "My name is Franklin Young, I’m the most powerful in Class 2B. You’re new, you should listen to me."

Seeing that Timmy didn’t respond, the chubby boy raised his pudgy hand and patted Timmy’s face: "Did you hear me? New kid."

The chubby boy was strong; the pat on Timmy’s soft little face hurt a bit.

Timmy frowned, suddenly disliking this chubby boy named Franklin: "I only listen to the teacher."

Franklin suddenly burst into laughter: "New kid, you don’t know yet, do you? The teacher for Class 2B is my aunt. At home, my aunt listens to me, so if you listen to her, you should listen to me even more."

The little girl with pigtails suddenly said: "Franklin, you’re bullying classmates again, I’m going to tell Mrs. Alden."

Franklin made a silly face at the little girl, sticking out his tongue: "Go ahead and tell! Mrs. Alden is my aunt, she won’t listen to you."

The little girl with pigtails replied angrily: "Hmph, you only bully those who are easy to bully, why don’t you try bullying Ian Keane? Watch him beat you flat."

Franklin’s expression changed, and he menacingly said to the little girl: "Joy, don’t think just because your dad’s an official I won’t dare hit you. If you continue meddling, watch out for my fists."

Joy, only six years old, was scared into tears by Franklin’s threats.

At that moment, Mrs. Alden rushed into the classroom upon hearing crying, saw Joy sobbing and immediately went over to her, squatted down and took her in her arms.

"Ivy, what happened? Tell Mrs. Alden."

"Franklin... bullied me... wah..."

"I didn’t bully her, I was welcoming the new student. She’s being irrational, crying for no reason and trying to falsely accuse me. Auntie, you shouldn’t believe her."

Franklin elevated his head, looking innocent, as if it was Joy’s fault she was crying. Far from being afraid, his tiny eyes showed a smug look.

Auntie said, in kindergarten, if you bullied someone, you shouldn’t say you did; you should put all the blame on the other party, then Auntie would help.

If it were another child, Robin Alden might scold them without asking for details, but Joy... Her dad’s status was different.

If this matter wasn’t handled properly and Joy complained at home, Joy’s dad had the power to make Robin Alden lose her job.

"Auntie, if you don’t believe me, you can ask the new student." Franklin approached Timmy, bumped him with a chubby elbow, warning quietly: "If you don’t help me, you’ll regret it."

Robin Alden’s gaze fell on Timmy’s young face, and she was greatly surprised: "Ji... Ian Keane?"

"Auntie, he’s not Ian Keane, he’s the new student who just transferred from abroad, his name is Timmy Monroe," Franklin hurriedly clarified upon seeing Robin Alden’s mistake.

Auntie mistaking Timmy for Ian Keane was troublesome. Ian was terribly fierce, once pinning Franklin down and beating him to tears, though Auntie rescued him, she didn’t dare take revenge for him.